"Harry ?" wrote in message
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On 7/18/10 1:38 PM, Harold wrote:
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Harry ? wrote:
On 7/13/10 3:18 PM, YukonBound wrote:


"Harry wrote in message
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On 7/13/10 2:54 PM, Jack wrote:
On Jul 13, 11:32 am, John wrote:
On Mon, 12 Jul 2010 23:56:10 -0400, wrote:
On Mon, 12 Jul 2010 23:25:34 -0400, Wayne.B
wrote:

On Mon, 12 Jul 2010 21:14:25 -0400, John
wrote:

I've lived in several different apartments in and around Cocoa
Beach, back in
the '60s, when the place was cool and you could drive on the
beach.

You can still do that a little further north in Daytona Beach.

It is not really like the old days tho. It is not, "drive out
there
and have a picnic" It is more like the tourist parade.

Things were pretty loose and easy in Cocoa Beach back then. I did
get stopped
once for having glass packs that were a little loud, but the cop
let
me off with
a warning to 'take it easy'.

Probably 15 years ago we were vacationing at a beach in SC (where it
is illegal to drive on the beach) and we got up early one morning
for
a walk. About a mile down the beach there was a car that made it
about half way from the dunes to the firm sand, sitting there, back
tires spun down so that the frame was sitting on the sand. Some dude
was behind the wheel, and his wife/girlfriend was in the passenger
seat, both trying to sink down and blend in to the car. :-)

I'm sure his wallet was much lighter when that was over.


I'm sure he appreciated your offer to help.

JackOff couldn't wait to turn the guy in.

Probably, but a decent guy would have offered to call a tow truck or
something...15 years ago, cell phones weren't that common.

In the 1950s, my dad's employees would deliver boat rigs to a popular
beach where there was pass-through between two old hotels direct to the
water. Once in a while, the jeep they used would bury its wheels up to
the hubs in the sand. When that happened, plenty of guys would come
over
to help out.

Obviously, these volunteers weren't "jackgoffs."


Another lovely "my Dad" story!


Yup, another boring My Dad story from the great story teller Krowsie the
coward.


It's satisfying to be the object of affection of the right-wing trashbags
here...trashbags like you and your buddy Danny Krueger, aka Bob, aka
Larry.

What did your father do, flajim, aside from wishing he was wearing a
quality condom when you were conceived?


Well I know for a fact he didn't cross the Atlantic in a runabout. And I'm
quite sure he wasn't the #1 boat dealer in all of New Haven. I'm not at all
sure he wasn't your real father. Hey, we might be half brothers.

--
Harold